THERE ARE COOLER WAYS TO DIE /anya

[RORY ANDREW COOK]

It was late and the memories of the last two nights stayed on his thoughts as he lay on the empty stage thinking. It still hurt to move, it hurt so very bad. He wished that he could just sit still and not have to work lifting all those heavy boxes filled with gear. Rory's hand touched his stomach area, not that he could feel it through his body warmer. He was glad though, that he couldn't feel it, the weight of his hand would no doubt irritate one of his numerous bruises. His fingers slid into his jean pocket and retrieved his lighter and cigarettes, there was something calming about the sweet toxic substance that was slowly causing his demise. It was much better than the one that was causing it quickly.

His fingers placed his cancer stick between his lip gingerly. Rory lit it up carefully, deciding quite quickly that he might have to sit up for this to work. He cringed before he decided to sit up. He was bruised everywhere and they were in the worst spots. Rory held onto his cigarette with his lips as he pushed himself into a sitting position. His body protested with pain flaring in every which direction. Why hadn't he just gone to bed, why could he ever use his brain? If he wasn't careful Mason would kill him and worst of all people could stand over his grave and say "I told you so." He hated when people said that to him. Actually, hate may have been putting it lightly, he detested it when people said that. He hated that someone had to rub it in that they were right. Why couldn't he just leave Mason? "Fuck if I know." he murmered quietly to no one at all.

He took a drag of his cigarette, letting his lungs fill up with the smoke that was damaging his body. It was almost as if he could feel it laying it's black toxicity on his once soft lungs. He'd been smoking for so long now he doubted they were soft at all. Smoking had become a necessity for the boy, it was like his mother in situations like this. It was always there to completely burn away any stress he was feeling, it was like magic.

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[ANYA GREY FRANKLIN]

Anya's appearance was deceiving, on the outside she was happy and innocent looking. Though any one who truly knew her could tell you that she was unhappy and full of hatred. Now the Innocent thing wasn't completely true, a she tended to get herself into alot of trouble. She had spent a pretty good amount of time In rehab for smoking pot. Since she had gotten out she hadn't even touched the stuff, though alot of her friends smoked it. She always found it hard to ignore there offers to share or to get in on the action. She just couldn't go back there again. Pot had been her escape from the world. Now in her band she was the Lead screamer, that was her new escape. You could let out the anger by screaming and no one would ever know that you were truly angry or upset.

She had been wondering around the stages for some time now. There was no practice today and the rest of her band members were gone to only god knows where. Maybe a party? who knew , and at that moment she really didn't give a shit. Thats when she spotted Rory laying down on one of the stages. She couldn't help but wonder why he was out her all alone. She made her way over to the stage, her hands in the pockets of her jacket. She watched as he sat up to light a cigarette and she could tell that something wasn't right with him.

She took the stairs up to the stage and took a seat next to him crossing her legs Indian style. She had herd him says something to himself but didn't make out the words. Talking to are selves are we? You know thats the first sign of being crazy she said with a cheesy grin. Are You okay Rory? she asked. Her smile fading away to a worried look. She hoped she wasn't coming across as nosy but she cared, and didn't want to see him hurt.

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Rory wondered if Mason would even care if he killed him, or would he be thankful that he was no longer there to annoy him? What did it matter? He was happy... normally. Sometimes he just wished that he was home again being the confused fourteen year old boy who had crushes on girls and boys. It was like a bad nightmare, only it was real. How had he let things escalate like this? He sat there in the middle of the dark vacant stage thinking about everything and yet nothing at all. It seemed that Mason was the best and worst thing in his life right now. When Mason was happy it was okay, but when he was pissy it wasn't. It was really that the bad outweighed the good here, yet he couldn't bring himself to end the relationship just now.

Someone had arrived behind him, he tensed a little hoping that it wasn't someone he'd regret seeing. He looked up from the ground and the tension completely left his body as quickly as it had arrived. "Yes, but it makes everything more fun."

[/b] He said, his cigarette bouncing dangerously between his lips as he spoke. Rory felt like a hick when he talked with a cigarette in his lips, but he was far too lazy to take it out. One day it would likely end badly for him, it'd fall out of his lips and onto his clothes or skin depending on the season. His fingers plucked the little paper cylinder from between his lips and let out a long smoky breath that curled and blew away.

He froze, did she know? He hoped not, that'd be ever so slightly embarrassing. Everything that made him a man seemed to be lost when Mason hit him, he couldn't even fight back. The only thing he could do was pretend he had dignity. "Yeah I'm fine," he lied, a smile spread over his childish face. He couldn't look her in the eye though, he couldn't even focus on one thing when he was lying. His eyes moved around awkwardly. "Why wouldn't I be?" He smirked closing his eyes and pushing his cigarette to his lips again. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size][/justify]

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[ANYA GREY FRANKLIN]

Rory was awful at lying and he wasn't fooling any one. She could tell by the way he couldn't look her in the eyes. He was hiding something and she knew something was wrong. Maybe it wasn't her place but she wanted Rory to know if he needed to talk she was there for him. After all thats what friends do right? Its all fun until you lose the fight against yourself she said as a joke. She set her hands behind her and leaned back, balancing on her hands with her head looking up at the ceiling.

Rory Your a Horrible Lier you know that right? she asked as she looked back over at him. Sometimes she got into things that she had no business getting into but it was only because she cared about the person or subject. I dint know why don't you tell me whats wrong? she asked again. She only hoped he didn't push her away. If he was trying to hide something then, it was something he was either embarrassed about or maybe she was just imagining things.

You can talk to me about anything and i wont judge you she said. She wasn't in the place to judge any one because she Had her fair share of things to be ashamed or embarrassed about. She then sat up and scooted so she was right next to him, breathing in the smoke of his cigarette. She was glad she wasn't smoking pot any more, but there were still times when she got so tempted to go back to smoking it. Just so she could lose herself again.

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He smirked a little, watching the orange ember move down his paper cylinder growing ever closer to the butt of his cigarette. Rory shrugged, "Well it's funny, because if I ever did lose an argument against myself I doubt I'd even tell Andy." Rory said winking a little in her direction. His smirk faltered a little thinking about his brother at home with his mother without him. He needed to call that hyper retard, or contact him in some way. Andy seemed to be doing alright, as far as he could tell. He still had their mother there with him, doing everything that Rory did at one time. Rory pulled himself out of his thoughts quickly when he remembered he was with Anya. Rory plucked his cigarette out of his lips one last time before putting it out on the stage like a hooligan. He honestly didn't think anyone would notice where he'd put out his cigarette on the dirty stage floor.

Caught red handed, "Oh yeah?" he said biting the inside of his cheek nervously. Rory really really didn't want her to find out about his issues. He felt like it made him less of a man, how disgusting was that? Rory smiled and shrugged a little "I..." he faltered a little thinking of something to tell her, "I'm fine. Mason's mad at me, that's all." It was a stretch, but it was true. He was mad at Rory, he was just really really mad at Rory. Rory nodded "I know, but it's nothing I can't handle it. Just boyfriend drama." He waved his hand nonchalantly. "He's just frustrating and sometimes he's just really mean. Sometimes was a stretch, he was an asshole just not sometimes. Rory turned his body so that he was facing her; he winced wishing that he'd just left himself be. His bruises flared in angry protest of the motion, he tried to act natural and normal. He forced a smile on his face as he looked at her.

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[ANYA GREY FRANKLIN]

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Anya defiantly had her fair share of drama with guys and relationship issues. So she understood where Rory was coming from, or at least she understood. She didn't know the extent of there relationship issues. She figured it was just a fight, with words because every couple has them. Fight was just normal and maybe even to a extent healthy. At least if it didn't get to physical. She had to admit it was kinda awkward talking about a guy/guy relationship with Rory. She really didn't care that he was bi sexual but it was still a conversation she wasn't ever expecting to have with some one.

When he turned to face her she could help but smile, even though she could still tell that there was something wrong. More then just a silly fight. However she decided to leave it alone and didn't want to push the subject to far. " Boy Friend Problems Hu?" she asked hoping maybe she might get a little information out of him. "Do I need to go give him the good ol one, Two" she asked as she acted like she was punching some one. She couldn't help but laugh at how ridiculous she probably looked. "I all ready Don't Like him" she said with a shrug. He sounded like a real jack ass and Anya really didn't like those type of people. "Why don't you just leave him, you don't look happy" she said.

" I really will go kick his ass if you want me to?" she said, she looked serious but of course she was just kidding. She sometimes talked a big talk but it was obvious by how small she was that she would not be the likely winner in most fights. Especially against a guy.

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"Yeah I did something that I probably shouldn't have. It's my own fault that he's mad at me." Rory said shrugging a little, he wasn't about to mention he'd made an idiot mistake by sleeping with his close friend while they were fighting. Yeah he was going to leave that bit out for right now, he really didn't want the whole 'you probably shouldn't have done that' thing. He really wasn't in the mood for that sort of shit right now. In all honesty what he wanted right now was to kiss Mason's feet and beg for forgiveness, but he didn't want to see him right now. Rory was well aware that his boyfriend was unfaithful to him and he probably wouldn't want to see him right now sleeping with someone who wasn't him. Rory smirked thinking about her going after Mason, he was huge and she wasn't as big as he. "Mmmm, nah. I think he'd probably squish you like a spider." He stuck his tongue out at her childishly.

Rory frowned, "It's not like that. He's only mean when I get high or when he's drunk or soemthing. Stuff that's understandable."

[/b] He shrugged again, pain rocketed through him, he really needed to stop this whole moving in ways that sucked ass. Actually he really just needed to stop pissing his boyfriend off in general, life could be a happier place if he just learned not to do stupid shit that he knew ended badly for him. He shook his head listening to her, "I am happy, normally." Another lie, it was one that he'd been telling himself enough that it sounded true. He sighed, "It's that I... I can't explain it. I really like him."[/b] He laid down again looking up into the dark air.

Rory glanced a little in her direction and laughed gently in such a way that wouldn't hurt his gut, "I'd like to see you try short-stuff." He smirked, cheering up ever so slightly imagining her trying to take on all three million feet of Mason. "Actually, that's something I'd pay to see."[/b] He laughed again a little bit.

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